Trouble
Unlock
CHAPTER 11
Marilynn
Yes I’m finally here! I am exhausted. I seriously took three buses and cab to get here. When I couldn’t pay the fee he just left me at a random stop so I had to walk at least two miles to get to my location but I made it and I am not taking that for granted because awful things could’ve happened on my way here.
As I look around, so many memories flood back as if my mind was suddenly brought back the year before my father’s accident happened. I think about my life now and I still cannot believe how drastically my it has changed. I wasn’t as trouble-ish as I am now in fact I would like to consider myself as a quite pleasant and well-liked pupil. But things change. People change.
My eyes land on a small play ground through the window, immediately images of Lori and I are replayed in my head as well as my mother and father sitting on a small bench speaking to each other with so much love in their eyes.
What went wrong?
We had everything! We were rich, my parents were in love, and Lori and I got along great. I had everything I wanted and more! My dad was going to throw an insane sweet 16 for me! We all were supposed to go to the states for summer vacation! Why my family? Why?
I walk further into the cabin then make a turn on my parent’s room. Should I go in? They never really liked Lori and I going in there. Fuck it, I’ll go in. I walk in and its pure silence, the room is nicely furnished however there’s still this emptiness to it as if a thousand people in a small town evacuated their only homes to escape the troubles that was coming towards them. What the troubles were? I don’t know. The room is cold, very cold. I look towards their dresser to find more than a dozen pictures on the edges of the mirror and in frames sitting on the dresser. How lovely.
I keep looking around the room and notice a locked drawer. That’s a bit strange, I’ve never noticed it before. My curiosity becomes too much and I just have to find out what’s in there.
I bend down to drawer’s level. All right it’s a key lock. Okay so I just roll the number up or down to figure out the code; its four numbers, plenty passcodes start with one and usually end with a significant number that either can a favorite or a lucky number to that specific person.
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Ugh! I’ve tried to unlock that stupid thing for more than a damn hour! I even took out a notebook and wrote down all the codes that didn’t work. Yeah I’m that pathetic.
The ringing of my cell phone suddenly interrupts my unlocking a drawer because I’m nosy process. I picked up oblivious to who called me because I didn’t check the display name.
“Mary, its Deloris!”
“Oh my god, hi Lori!” I really miss my sister like a lot and its weird. I don’t think I’ve ever missed her so much.
“Where you at Mary? I’m home.”
“Wait your home?” I asked.
“Yes. Why aren’t you? Did you get into another argument with mom?” she asked.
“No well-yeah but I also got into an argument with a friend or an ex friend.” I murmured.
“Mary you can’t call everyone, ex friend, just because they didn’t give in to one of your fits.” She is right, she always is.
“Okay so what should I do?”
“First off tell me where you’re at?”
“The cabin.”
“The cabin! Marilynn you know how dangerous it is to be out there at night!”
“Yes I know, now please stop fucking yelling.” I shouted.
“Sorry Mary, how about you call this friend and apologize.”
“Why would I?” she’s stupid why would I apologize, it was mainly his fault.
“By apologizing you’ll seem like the mature one and that a young adolescent is capable of taking responsibility for her actions instead of throwing a fit.” Fuck she is right. I want to punch her in the face.
“You’re right I’ll call him.”
“Please call me back as soon as you can, I’ll pick u up if you need a ride home.”
“I will, thanks Lori.”
“No problem little sis, goodbye.” And then she hung up.
Great, how am I supposed to apologize? I know I have to throw in a couple of sorry’s but what am I sorry for. Ugh this is harder than I thought.
I’ll just call and see where it goes.
Dialing Dicktator…
“Hello?” Oh my god he actually picked up.
“Um hey Harry, its me Mary.”
“Joking! Please leave a message after the beep.” Are you fucking kidding me! I’m already pissed as it is; this is the last thing I needed. His stupid voice mail thing tricked me. There was a long pause until I heard a beep.
“Ha-ha you’re so funny. Listen Harry, pick up the goddamn phone so I can fucking apologize to your dumbass. Alright bye, take care.”
I waited impatiently for his call. Maybe I should call again? No, I shouldn’t, but then again maybe he just thinks I don’t care. But I don’t want him thinking I have some obsession with him or something.
And guys say women are complicated.
I’m being stupid. He knows I’m being stupid so he possibly wishes my presence gone and out of his life. Here I am in the family room now sitting on the couch all by myself with only my thoughts to keep me company. If I died at this precise moment, who would care? No one. Who am I really? Realization hit me as I truthfully thought about my personality. I was belligerent and sarcastic with my fake friends, I’m influenced by Mason, same goes for Nathan; I’m cold towards my family, rebellious with authority but yet who am I with Harry?
There’s no use in trying to be his friend. Guys are always such a drag like honestly I would pay to know how their brain develops; actually no that’s a waste of money.
Marilynn
Yes I’m finally here! I am exhausted. I seriously took three buses and cab to get here. When I couldn’t pay the fee he just left me at a random stop so I had to walk at least two miles to get to my location but I made it and I am not taking that for granted because awful things could’ve happened on my way here.
As I look around, so many memories flood back as if my mind was suddenly brought back the year before my father’s accident happened. I think about my life now and I still cannot believe how drastically my it has changed. I wasn’t as trouble-ish as I am now in fact I would like to consider myself as a quite pleasant and well-liked pupil. But things change. People change.
My eyes land on a small play ground through the window, immediately images of Lori and I are replayed in my head as well as my mother and father sitting on a small bench speaking to each other with so much love in their eyes.
What went wrong?
We had everything! We were rich, my parents were in love, and Lori and I got along great. I had everything I wanted and more! My dad was going to throw an insane sweet 16 for me! We all were supposed to go to the states for summer vacation! Why my family? Why?
I walk further into the cabin then make a turn on my parent’s room. Should I go in? They never really liked Lori and I going in there. Fuck it, I’ll go in. I walk in and its pure silence, the room is nicely furnished however there’s still this emptiness to it as if a thousand people in a small town evacuated their only homes to escape the troubles that was coming towards them. What the troubles were? I don’t know. The room is cold, very cold. I look towards their dresser to find more than a dozen pictures on the edges of the mirror and in frames sitting on the dresser. How lovely.
I keep looking around the room and notice a locked drawer. That’s a bit strange, I’ve never noticed it before. My curiosity becomes too much and I just have to find out what’s in there.
I bend down to drawer’s level. All right it’s a key lock. Okay so I just roll the number up or down to figure out the code; its four numbers, plenty passcodes start with one and usually end with a significant number that either can a favorite or a lucky number to that specific person.
/
Ugh! I’ve tried to unlock that stupid thing for more than a damn hour! I even took out a notebook and wrote down all the codes that didn’t work. Yeah I’m that pathetic.
The ringing of my cell phone suddenly interrupts my unlocking a drawer because I’m nosy process. I picked up oblivious to who called me because I didn’t check the display name.
“Mary, its Deloris!”
“Oh my god, hi Lori!” I really miss my sister like a lot and its weird. I don’t think I’ve ever missed her so much.
“Where you at Mary? I’m home.”
“Wait your home?” I asked.
“Yes. Why aren’t you? Did you get into another argument with mom?” she asked.
“No well-yeah but I also got into an argument with a friend or an ex friend.” I murmured.
“Mary you can’t call everyone, ex friend, just because they didn’t give in to one of your fits.” She is right, she always is.
“Okay so what should I do?”
“First off tell me where you’re at?”
“The cabin.”
“The cabin! Marilynn you know how dangerous it is to be out there at night!”
“Yes I know, now please stop fucking yelling.” I shouted.
“Sorry Mary, how about you call this friend and apologize.”
“Why would I?” she’s stupid why would I apologize, it was mainly his fault.
“By apologizing you’ll seem like the mature one and that a young adolescent is capable of taking responsibility for her actions instead of throwing a fit.” Fuck she is right. I want to punch her in the face.
“You’re right I’ll call him.”
“Please call me back as soon as you can, I’ll pick u up if you need a ride home.”
“I will, thanks Lori.”
“No problem little sis, goodbye.” And then she hung up.
Great, how am I supposed to apologize? I know I have to throw in a couple of sorry’s but what am I sorry for. Ugh this is harder than I thought.
I’ll just call and see where it goes.
Dialing Dicktator…
“Hello?” Oh my god he actually picked up.
“Um hey Harry, its me Mary.”
“Joking! Please leave a message after the beep.” Are you fucking kidding me! I’m already pissed as it is; this is the last thing I needed. His stupid voice mail thing tricked me. There was a long pause until I heard a beep.
“Ha-ha you’re so funny. Listen Harry, pick up the goddamn phone so I can fucking apologize to your dumbass. Alright bye, take care.”
I waited impatiently for his call. Maybe I should call again? No, I shouldn’t, but then again maybe he just thinks I don’t care. But I don’t want him thinking I have some obsession with him or something.
And guys say women are complicated.
I’m being stupid. He knows I’m being stupid so he possibly wishes my presence gone and out of his life. Here I am in the family room now sitting on the couch all by myself with only my thoughts to keep me company. If I died at this precise moment, who would care? No one. Who am I really? Realization hit me as I truthfully thought about my personality. I was belligerent and sarcastic with my fake friends, I’m influenced by Mason, same goes for Nathan; I’m cold towards my family, rebellious with authority but yet who am I with Harry?
There’s no use in trying to be his friend. Guys are always such a drag like honestly I would pay to know how their brain develops; actually no that’s a waste of money.
Ugh this story is killing me! I love it!!!
6/22/15